This is called The Tide. Enjoy. Self-loathing has reached its peak I always slur when I speak Haven’t bathed in a week I’ve never loved me Forgot to feed myself today It doesn’t really matter anyway Nothing left to say …Except goodbye The 12 gauge in the closet taunts me It won’t leave me alone I hear it calling my name from down the hall And I don’t know how much longer I can hold on Don’t give in to this lie, my friends That death is the end, the answer Think before you act, my friends Think of all those you’d leave…behind I wrote you a letter today A scrap of paper that says how I feel The feelings I never could express otherwise This isn’t a suicide This is a tear-stained goodbye I feel so alone, afraid inside My heart made of rock is beaten by this growing tide I don’t know how much longer I can stay alive And in my mind …I feel so numb The light is just around the bend This black night will soon end And in Christ I have a friend Who will never leave me alone again This isn’t a suicide It’s a tear-stained…
Posted on: Tue, 03 Sep 2013 06:21:52 +0000
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